In a world born of chaos the only bridge that exists between the profane and the divine is the invisible rope of human intellect and empathy. Walking on shards of glass with bare feet to find pristine beaches meeting tranquil waters is the every unfolding human condition and the seemingly ever receding ideal that stretches beyond the imaginations of even the most advantageous dreamers. A duality of substance and ether, of smoke and of iron but one in the same that depend on the other for validation of form that must be understood even by the non-sentient manifestations of the cosmos in order to hold back the unraveling of the asymmetry which divides the bodies of the heavens. It is in the seemingly forever expanding cosmos of the human consciousness where form and imagination are forged, and where the most care must be provided to ensure the grandeur it constructs finds its way into the visions of other dreamers from which to take inspiration.
It is far more of a worthy endeavor to chase the horizon in hopes of finding new adventure than to do so in hopes of finding its boundaries, or to climb a mountain to understand it rather than to solidify a false sense of domination that proud men proclaim at the top as only specks in contrast to the beast they stand upon. Great men will one day stand on the soil of another world further than any consumer telescope could witness, and by the permission of the greatness they were allowed safe passage through. For true cooperation is the fabric of the cosmos in all things, and cause and effect have their roots here. One is never separate from one's actions, thereby no one is separate from ones outcome. In all experience is writ the observers signature and from the big bang itself to the heat death of the universe, legacies are both forged and allowed by greatness of all forms and sizes.
